Fists up! {Seth}

[brett]

Typical. Here Brett was in an academy for people with the ability to control supernatural powers, and he was still bored. Even the extraordinary got tiresome after a while. He had to wonder how superman even managed to get out of bed in the morning. No matter how spectacular you are, every day becomes the same. What was once new and exciting is guaranteed to sicken you after a long enough time. That was just how the world worked. Maybe he just needed fresh air. He probably just needed to get out of his head for a little while. That's pretty much what he always told himself, but it had to become true after a while. Either that or he would have given up trying to ease his boredom years ago. Throwing on a jacket, he set outside. The goal of today was just to get out of his head. Thinking was the enemy, he learned that early in life, and it still rang true today. Even when there was nothing to think about, it meant that he'd find flaws in himself, and that meant that he was going to destroy himself from the inside out. And God knows, he wanted to do the opposite. Given his usual thought free behavior, he was going to destroy himself from the outside in. That sounded a lot more fun.

Some may have called it a death trip, but he really craved the adrenaline rush that he got from a fight, or from any dangerous activity. It was thrilling, unlike the mundane rest of his life. Obviously, any sort of risk taking meant that there was a chance of death, but he was willing to take that as it came. It would only be a matter of time before he was dead anyway. He didn't plan on letting himself have a chance to get old. Age meant a lack of power, and the way his life went, power seemed to be a common theme. As he got outside, he felt the cold sting of April air on his skin. It was ridiculous, he always thought it was cold back home in the states, but Canadians definitely had it worse. Regardless of the weather, he began to walk around. As odd as it sounded, he was truly hoping that there would be something out here to entice and entertain him, but at the same time he wasn't looking around. His eyes were fixed down, in front of his feet to make sure he wasn't going to step in anything. It was one of those days where Murphy's Law applied more than ever, and he was determined not to let avoidable mistakes happen.

It was hard to figure out why anyone was out here. Certainly they weren't all trying to clear their heads like he was, but were people just used to the cold. Maybe fire kids could take the tundra-like conditions, but certainly no one else should have been willing to venture outside on such a cold day. What was the point when there was a while castle at their disposal? Now he was questioning why he was even out here. Was it worth the cold just to not think for a while? was that even working? It didn't seem like it. Maybe he should talk to people, but it was all a matter of who. Everyone out here seemed involved in something, and the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt them. At least, not while he was alone. Harassing others wasn't usually a social act. It was always more fun in groups. Having a personal cheer squad, and having backup was a necessity, especially in this school. For now he decided to keep walking and see where he ended up.

Note:: I suck at starting, sorry >.<
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Tagged:: Seth
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[seth]

Seth was bored as hell. Actually, right then, hell seemed to be a much more interesting place than the academy. Not that he wanted to go there or anything. It just seemed more interesting. Almost every day was the same, and it was all becoming monotonous for him. Oh sure, he had fights every now and then, but they were few and far in between. He wished something would happen. They were in the middle of a war, for God's sake. You would at least expect someone to have died already. But no. Everything was as ordinary as usual. Yes, those were violent thoughts, but he blamed his violent childhood for them. Watching your mother get beat up almost every day worked wonders on a person.

He smiled bitterly. His thoughts at the moment were all so violent and bloodthirsty. He needed to take a walk to clear his head. Thoughts like the ones he was having at the moment were not healthy. So with that in mind, he left the dorms and made his way to the academy grounds, where he usually went when he needed to think. Before he left, he pulled on his black leather jacket, a deterrent to the chilly air outside. He could make his body warm enough with his powers so that the chill would affect him, but he thought it would be better if he saved his energy for more important things. He never knew what would happen, and he didn't want to be caught of guard.

He finally emerged from the castle that housed the academy and onto the lawn in front of it. Stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep them warm, he started walking, heading no where in particular. He thought about going to the forest to the clearing he had discovered the other day, but decided against it. He wasn't that focused on his steps and he had a feeling that if he tried, he might end up like the earth student he had met the other day, all cut up and bleeding. No way was that ever happening to him. At least, not in the hands of some forest trees.

So he stayed away from the forest, and continued pacing through the lawn, thinking. He probably looked retarded to anyone else watching him, but he didn't care. They could all crawl into a well and die, for all he cared. He wondered what had happened to make him so violent. Or, hostile at the least. The only thing he could come up with was his father. It all led back to him. He remembered a popular saying: "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." He grimaced at the thought. But he couldn't deny it, he was turning out as violent as his father, and he had no idea why. It was too late to change now, but he resolved to at least stay away from fights as much as possible. But his resolve immediately crumbled when he, lost in thought, accidentally bumped into someone. What could he say? Fighting was as much a part of him as his eyes were. He couldn't say the same about the person he had bumped into.

He looked up and glared at the person. "You have eyes, don't you? Watch where you're going." he growled. He recognized the person as a thunder elemental. They were supposed to be allies, but right then, he didn't really care. He could feel his powers there, inside him, hardly used at all. He needed some practice. Maybe this person could help him with that. No, this person would help him whether he liked it or not, of that he was sure.

tag;; Brett Harvey Blaire
words;; 617
notes;; Seth is so.. aggressive.

[brett]

Brett had no reason for his violent streak other than juvenile boredom. It was amazing the lengths he would go to get attention as a kid, and those same lengths were always used in school, he had to always bring all eyes onto himself. That's what his hair did, that's what his pugnacity did, that was his entire being. He was just the embodiment of needed attention. All he wanted was someone to focus all of their energy on him. He should have chosen his wish a little more carefully. Brett was shaken from his walk by someone colliding with him. That was always exciting. When the boy told him to watch where he was going, he could have just nodded and continued on his way. He wasn't smart enough for that though. After all, one of his father's little gems for fighting was "you gotta be either smart, or you gotta be either strong." Certainly his father was the latter of those choices, and Brett always wanted to be just like daddy, with added electrical powers, not getting old, being a rock star, et cetera. Brett smirked at the boy before even making eye contact.

This was the point when, if he chose his words carefully, he could guarantee some combat, and that was promising right about now. Either that or he'd just scare to kid away. And the last thing he wanted to do was that. He wanted to entice the kid. Looking him up and down, he was an obvious hothead. Brett always had trouble keeping up with the politics of the day, but he was pretty sure that fire and thunder were allies at the moment. That was his first thought anyway. His second was a little more entertaining: what would happen if fire collided with lightning? There was really only one way to find out. There was an instant where he had to think of the perfect thing to say. When that failed, he just decided to try out the next best thing. "Go fuck yourself." That was easy. It was simple and to the point. Already he could feel that something fun was about to come of this. His fists weren't in their normal ready stance, but he was cracking knuckles with the thumb on each hand. It was about to get real. If the boy backed down, Brett's day would definitely be ruined. He needed this. Fighting was something that kids needed. It was a way to let out all your pain. It had settled disputes more than peace ever could for eons. This was no different. The kid thought of himself as uninjured, and Brett was eager to show him otherwise. That was how things like this worked.

All he needed was for the fire elemental to throw a punch or fireball. Brett would've preferred a fistfight, but that wasn't his call. It was obvious that the kid in front of him got to hit first, and Brett would just play along with whatever he was given. It was only courteous, and while he wasn't always the most chivalrous person, fighting was something that needed a little bit of etiquette. There was nothing worse than the kind of person that hit below the belt, or went for the eyes or ears as moves of choice. That was not only annoying, but tiresome. What Brett wanted was something where they'd beat each other until one hit the floor and couldn't get back up. But who wouldn't want that? He dug his heels in a little, not enough to make it significant, but enough so he wouldn't fall over. He didn't want to make it look like he was determined to fight, even if he was. That would just be bad publicity. And no one wants that.

Note:: So's Brett. This'll be fun!
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Tagged:: Seth
Count:: 633

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[seth]

Seth eyed the thunder elemental warily. He knew he had been asking for a fight when he had spoken up after bumping into him instead of just apologizing and moving aside. But there was nothing in his personality his life at all that showed that he was the kind of person who would do the latter. Nothing at all. And besides, he needed this. Obviously, thinking wasn't going to get thoughts out of his system, and neither was walking around and around. The only thing that would happen was that they would be churned up again and again. When he fought.. it just felt good. He couldn't explain how. It wasn't the drugs kind of good, or the pleasurable kind of good. It was sort of like, he forgot everything that was troubling him and concentrated only on the present situation. Sometimes, he didn't forget, but the fighting would help him get his thoughts in order. He didn't know why his mind and his body operated like that. All he knew was that they just did. Anyway, he didn't really care to find out.

Then, the boy smirked, which stirred up even more irritation inside him towards the thunder student standing in front of him. His words sparked up the anger that lay ever-ready inside him. But instead of loosing his good sense, his thoughts only got clearer. Anger did that to him. Once upon a time, he had gotten so angry that he had killed someone. Ever since then, he had trained himself to keep a calm mind even through fits of anger. It had come in handy many times, and had gotten him out of more than a few sticky situations. He looked at his soon-to-be opponent and glared at him. Then he shoved him. It was so sudden that he had barely just formed the thought in his mind when his body had acted. Even though it was sudden, it was still a strong one. Normally, it would have caught an opponent off guard and made him fall over, but he wasn't so sure that he had said those words without expecting some kind of physical reaction. Once he shoved, he quickly stepped back, out of reach from him.

When he fought with thunder students--which he rarely did, seeing as they were normally allied--, he made sure to stay well out of reach and fight long range. It was better that they couldn't get near and shock him with their electric powers. They had some long-ranged tricks themselves, but their range of attacks were more limited when fighting that way. He crossed his arms, and when he released them, he let out a similar cross of fire, aimed at the person he had shoved. It wasn't that strong, and was only meant to signal the start of the fight, if the shove wasn't enough of a notice. The drain wasn't that noticeable, since he was always building up his stamina; and therefore, he had a great deal of it. "You were saying?" he looked at his opponent and smirked, just as he had done to him earlier.

tag;; Brett Harvey Blaire
words;; 520
notes;; Fun, fun, fun, fun.

[brett]

Even if he hadn't been looking for a fight to entertain him, he was still not the type to apologize. It wasn't in his character at all to say he was sorry unless he actually wronged someone, and bumping into a kid his age wasn't really his problem. Nevertheless, it was becoming more apparent that the fire kid was looking to fight just as much as he was, if not more so. They were at least alike in that regard. Fighting for Brett wasn't about a distraction. It was about therapy. He wasn't just fighting someone in front of him. He was fighting himself. He was fighting his demons. Though he'd never admit to that. It was the kind of zen you'd find in Fight Club. And it made sense. He had no real ways of venting emotion, so it took adrenaline to get over something. It took action to kill whatever it was inside of him this time. Whatever negativity there was there, he'd kill it eventually, all he needed was a good enough fight. This was probably it. The kid looked like he could hold his own pretty well.

It was obvious that the kid was getting more and more angry every time Brett made an action. His provocation tactics were working flawlessly. It wasn't difficult for Brett to piss people off though, sometimes it just happened naturally. This was pretty much one of those times, no matter how much thought he tried to put into it. The thing about most fights Brett was in was that he didn't get angry in them until he was bleeding. Even then it was iffy. Right now he was just excited. That was it. There was nothing for him to be upset about. Everything was going exactly to plan here. And that meant that he should be positive. When the boy glared at him, he couldn't help but grin a little. With the shove, it was a signal that the fight had started, and it was time to get a little bit more serious. He staggered back a few steps, but he was fine other than that. He kept his eyes fixed on the fire kid, trying to get a read on him. Most fights could be given away by the opponents eyes.

Before Brett knew it, a cross of fire was sent his way, he had enough time to cover his face with his forearms. Had he more time, he could have evaded, but he'd been burned worse before by himself, so this was welcome. It looked like this was to be a long ranged fight. That was a shame. While Brett would have loved to use his power normally, he was hoping it would be mostly a fist fight. Brett laughed when the boy used the cliche line, asking what he was saying earlier. Nothing had changed. Now his arms were a little more warm. A lot more red, granted, but a little more warm. He was used to pain. So far, this was still in the zone of boyish roughhousing that he was so known for. He grinned. "I was saying that only girls push in a fight," he said coolly. This hothead hadn't seen anything yet. And Brett wasn't going to show him very much until he came closer for now he'd just dodge around a little until the kid got bored.

Tagged:: Seth
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 565
Notes:: For someone who seldom thinks, Brett sure knows how to get in someone's head during a fight.

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[seth]

Seth thought for a while. Did he really want this? Did he really need this? The answers to both questions was a solid yes. He needed to get it out of his system, whatever 'it' was. He raised an eyebrow at his opponent. "Technically that was a shove, not a push." he said, in a way that suggested only a retard couldn't tell the difference. He rolled his head around casually, hearing a few cracks. It did nothing to relieve the tension that was building up in his body, but then again, it was only for show, nothing more. He knew that the thunder student couldn't do much from far away except stare at him. He might try to get closer, but he would probably be able to keep him at a safe distance. For the moment, he planned on spreading a few long range attacks all around, none of them would be that strong, and they would be spread out pretty thinly so as to guarantee a few hits, even if they didn't do much damage.

"I'm pretty sure you were saying something else earlier after you so rudely bumped into me." he said thoughtfully. Then, without warning, he threw another line of fire. This one was diagonal, and would be much easier to dodge, plus it was even weaker than his first attack. It was meant as a taunt. Maybe it would anger him enough to make him do something stupid. Then again, the thunder elemental looked like he was used to fights like these, and it probably wouldn't be that easy. But still, it was worth a try. "What's the matter? You feelin' shy?" he said, the challenge in his voice was so obvious it could have been tangible. He definitely wasn't going any nearer. No, he'd wait for the thunder boy to come closer.

He sent another wave of fire, horizontal this time. It was stronger than the other two, but not by much. Even so, he was starting to feel the drain of his attacks. But he had spent many hours training his stamina just for that reason, so he wasn't losing power as easily as he should have been. He feigned a yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth, emphasizing the fact that he was bored. He looked at his watch, not really seeing the time, doing it only to spite his opponent. But in reality, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body, his powers just bubbling on the surface, waiting to be unleashed. If only he would come closer...

tag;; Brett Harvey Blaire
words;; 420
notes;; Ahhh, sorry for the incredibly late post. Exam week just ended XP

[brett]

Was this kid serious? That calling of a technicality just made him infinitely less tough in Brett's eyes. Even if he was a great fighter, saying something like that meant that he was one for the details. Which meant that Brett had something to go on if he needed it. Most of a fight was thinking about what actions to make. The rest was making them before your opponent got a chance to get you. The kid seemed set on using his powers, which was truly a bit of a disappointment. Brett had no long range attacks when it came to his element. And he didn't want to keep dodging forever. There were a few of these shots that managed to singe his shirt, and that's when he got serious. While Brett may not have been overly concerned with fashion, he payed for his clothes out of pocket, and he didn't make much. The kid would pay for that. "I was saying that fire kids fight like girls, thought I made that clear," he said cockily. Fights were his forte, and he knew that being timid in them meant that they'd end too early.

Careful to block his face as he attempted to dodge the blasts of fire, Brett darted toward the boy. It seemed like the fire kid was either fucking around with him or trying to get him to use as much energy as possible before going in for a final hit. And Brett wouldn't have that. The adrenaline was flowing now. It probably wasn't a life or death situation, but he wasn't sure, and that added to the exhilaration of something like this. Half the fun of everything Brett did was not knowing if he'd get out alive. The fire kid seemed to be taking this pretty seriously, and that was both promising and frightening. The two were interchangeable in Brett's mind. What was scary was fun in most cases. If he didn't have some kind of adrenaline in his system at the moment, he would have felt the burning sensation in his arms as more than just a lot of heat. It was funny how that worked, you get injured or excited enough, and pain seems to get more mild. Then again, it meant never knowing how serious and injury was until much later.

As Brett approached, he was looking the boy up and down again. He was trying to get a fighting style out of the kid. He was trying to figure out what he was going to do before he did it. But that was hard when it came to elemental fights, because he wasn't trained in fire fighting. Brett just needed to get a punch in and knock the boy off guard, but that was easier said than done. Fist closed and ready, Brett let out a punch in a hasty manner that had no real martial art form. That was intentional. And if the boy caught him it was sure to leave Brett with another injury, but at least he'd know what he was up against. That was the most important thing right now, knowing his enemy. If a sacrifice would accommodate something like that, so be it. All that mattered was that he won this, or gave his all trying.

Tagged:: Seth
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 549
Notes:: It's cool. I totally understand. ^-^

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